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“Warm up… breathe in… lift the world… let the beat spot your soul…”

“Step in… step in…”

I lace my shoes like I’m tying down gravity,

The floor hums low — a patient beast waiting for me.

Sweat dreams stretch like sunrise across my skin,

Every rep a promise, every breath a violin.

“yeah—warm it up—slow fire…”

“Push—push—push…”

Weights rise like stubborn moons in orbit,

My heartbeat syncs to the drum — can’t ignore it.

The mirror shows a storm I’m learning to steer,

Strength is a joke until it whispers in your ear.

“come on—drive it—drive it—yeah”

I’m lifting up the ceiling of my doubt,

Every rep shakes the shadows out.

If the world gets heavy — let it be,

I’ve got a stronger version waking in me.

“yeah—rise—rise—rise”

“Hit it—hit it—hit it…”

Sweat drips down like neon graffiti,

My pulse kicks back like the floor beneath me.

Muscles argue — but I win the debate,

Pain’s just a coach that arrives a bit late.

“hah—keep going—don’t stop—don’t stop”

“Last round—last round…”

The room becomes a furnace of will,

Every breath a mountain I’m learning to climb.

Strength roars back like a lion unchained,

I’m not lifting weights — I’m lifting what remained.

“final push—final push—yeah!”

I’m lifting up the ceiling of my fear,

Every rep makes the future clear.

If the world gets heavy — let it be,

I’m built from fire that refuses to flee.

“stronger—louder—higher—go!”

I’m lifting up the ceiling of my life,

Breaking through the weight, the doubt, the strife.

If the world gets heavy — watch me rise,

I’ve got a thunderstorm behind my eyes.

“yeah—this is it—this is it—GO!”

“Cool down… you made the weight kneel… breathe out… you’re done…”